My Little Love (Discontinued)

21

twenty one

The silky fabric caressed my bare arms as I moved them around, my hands turning into fists as they grabbed the unfamiliar blanket and tugged it closer to my sides.

My eyes fluttered open as I inhaled the seemingly fresh air, a delicious aroma filling my button nose, the smell of pine and vanilla. I found myself wanting more, sitting up as I searched the room with sleepy eyes, an ache in the side of my head appeared as the blood rushed up and I slowly lifted my small hand to touch the spot that hurt, leaning back into bed when I felt a bandage there.

Sighing contently, the need to stay in bed kept me from freaking out. My eyes searched the room that I was in, skimming over the fancy red curtains covering a window, going past the door that if I was to walk through I would just be entering another connected room, presumably an en-suite, but they stopped when their sights landed on a mirror that was on the wall next to me. I turned over on my side to see a woman, myself, with a blanket draped across my legs and just the top of my hip peeking out as I leaned on my elbow to look at myself.

My blonde hair flowing down in messy waves past my shoulders, I followed their patterns until I was able to see the thin and white strap slipping down my arm as it held up the rest of the nightgown, my hair length finally ending as it hit the top layer of the big bed.

Wait, when did I put this on?

I slipped off the cover as I slid out of bed, my bare feet touching the cold ground before I stood up and stretched my arms high above my head, watching my body in the mirror as the nightgown hauled up to be holding onto the top of my thighs, loosely wrapping around them.

And why is it so short?

My eyes wandered the area as I took quiet steps to the closed door in front of me, opening it just enough so that I could peek out through the narrow gap. I stuck my head out and looked at both ends of the hallway, only noticing the lovely detailed paintings on both walls, no people to be found.

Where is Flynn? I asked myself, the last time I seen him is when we made up after finding out about his secret.

I began hesitantly walking the hallway, my fingers tracing the side of the wall I was closest to as I tried to comb my hair with my other free hand, at least to make myself presentable if anyone shows up.

Just as I turned the corner, I bumped into someone, an 'oof' escaped me as a gasp came out of the other person.

"Oh, I'm sor-"

I was interrupted before I could finish my apology, "L-Luna, I'm so sorry!"

My eyes widened as I watched the beautiful brunette with high cheekbones in front of me stumble over her words, "I wasn't looking to where I was going and-and I was just in such a rush-oh, Luna, I'm so sorry!"

Her soft hazel eyes filled with a bit of water as her lips quivered lightly as if she was scared of my answer. Me, being someone much smaller and less threatening than her, eyed her with confusion. She doesn't think I'm Luna Rose, does she?

Her eyes searched the hall as she kept repeating her apology.

"Oh, um, it's okay," I dragged and tapped her arm in an attempt to calm her down, "I'm sorry too, it was just a little bump. I'm Amoret, you are?"